[#1 Contender Match] Charlotte Ravel' vs Yumie Hayashi - Some you win and some you lose

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Finding herself in a difficult situation, Charlotte clearly understood that she needed free space. She wasn't an idiot and wasn't going to try to compete in physical strength with her opponent, so she didn't have to push Yumie to the opposite corner. All she needed was to push the white-haired woman back hard once.

But Yumie was ready for this, and as soon as the Sand Lizard tried to push her, she immediately jumped up, pressing her feet against Charlotte's bare stomach. The Japanese woman leaned back, pulling the martial arts master with her, and as soon as her back touched the mat, she immediately straightened both legs using them as a spring.

“Gaahh!!”

The pink-haired woman had no chance to avoid it, her body turned over in the air, and then she fell hard onto the mat. Yes, it might not have been the most painful throw, but it certainly slowed down the pace of the Sand Lizard. Her body continued to be filled with pain, and she was at a disadvantage again because Yumie was right behind her.

With heavy breathing, Charlotte forced herself to put her palms on the mat to push off and get to her feet. In order to be able to defend herself, she intended to turn around to face her opponent as quickly as possible, hoping that she would make it in time.

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Yumie was starting to build up steam as she managed to send her opponent crashing down to the canvas with a monkey flip. "Come on Yumie don't let up!" Kimiko shouted as she rose up from her seat to encourage her friend. Yumie knew she had to keep working her opponent over, like the woman had done to her.

Getting back to her feet, she turned her head and saw Charlotte attempting to do the same, she knew she couldn't let Charlotte off the hook so easily. Walking over to the woman, Yumie would attempt to use her boot to force the woman back down and flat onto her stomach before reaching down to grab her right leg.

If Successful Yumie would trap Charlotte's leg between her own before lowering herself down on top of her. The Japanese woman's hands would then quickly reach around the woman's face before locking in place and pulling back trapping the pink haired martial artist in a painful STF hold, not unlike the crossface hold she had been subjected to earlier in the match.

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Charlotte was well aware that losing the pace could play tricks on her, so she hurried to rectify the situation and get to her feet. Unfortunately, her opponent was a second ahead of her. Before the Frenchwoman could turn over, Yumie stepped on her and pinned her to the mat. Gritting her teeth, the Sand Lizard tried to swing her arm to strike her opponent's legs, but the white-haired woman deftly flipped her onto her stomach.

And before the martial artist could do anything, Yumie blocked Charlotte's right leg, then lay down on the Frenchwoman's back. At that moment, the Sand Lizard guessed what was going to happen next. But although she tried to stop the Japanese woman, Yumie successfully joined her hands on Charlotte's face. Yumie began to pull back the upper body of the Sand Lizard, filling her muscles and joints with pain, not to mention the burning pain on her face.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!”

Instinctively, the pink-haired woman grabbed onto her opponent's wrists, thereby trying to loosen her grip. However, even though she could use both hands for that, it quickly became clear that she would not be able to break the hold in this way, because even though she was strong enough, her pure physical strength was definitely not as outstanding as her opponent's.

“Charlotte, you give up?”

Seeing that she was trapped, the referee hurried to do her job by asking an unpleasant but fair question. The Frenchwoman's right palm involuntarily straightened as if she was going to tap because the pain she was experiencing was really wild. But then she clenched that palm into a fist.

“No!” She replied through painful groans.

Damn. The ropes weren't close, but at least she had three limbs to reach them. Using her forearms as a fulcrum and her left leg as a driving force, Charlotte began to crawl forward like a soldier under artillery fire. Puffing and snuffling, she started to move forward inch by inch, hoping to grab the bottom rope.